Mars

It’s Mars, the God of War, who is casting today’s vote in my Love Referendum. Armed with his thunderstick, I have a pretty good idea where this may go. The vote, that is, not the thunder… never mind.

Towering over me, he must be at least eight foot tall (he probably isn’t) and has VERY broad shoulders, made all the more broad by his golden body armour. The strange red skies are also making his long flowing hair at times appear the colour of blood. And to make matters worse, there are rumbles of thunder in the distance.

Clouds rise like smoke behind the jagged rocks of our vantage point atop Mount Olympus.

Hnag on… (my Inner Typist, Fingers, has a question)… Mras si==is a Rmoan God, howcmoe yo’ure on Muont Omylpus? Thats’ wehre the Gerek Gods levid.

Good question, Fingers. And if I knew the answer, I would tell you, but I don’t. It appears the Roman Gods lived on Mount Olympus as well. I believe they were traditionally thought of as living in the sky, but actually had a home in a more Earthly, yet elevated domain. A lot of history crosses over with itself. Mars is the same God as Ares, the Greek name for him.

Why are you rfrreenig to him as Mras tehn?

It makes sense, as I’ve just come from ancient Rome. Anyway, let’s move on.

All things have two sides
War has destruction and peace
And peace comes through love

It would appear this Roman God of War is more focussed on peace than war, which kind of makes sense and yet doesn’t at the same time.

Mars looks at me and smiles, and offers me a tankard of mead. I can’t possibly drink it; not that I refuse. The tankard is about the size of a wheelie bin, so I merely take a sip.

With a thunderous laugh, Mars claps his hands together. Doves fly away in all directions around us.

Mars votes: YES

Mars says: “Without war, there can be no peace. Without peace, there can be no love. Without love, there can be no disagreements. Without disagreements, there can be no war. Like the seasons, there is a cycle to everything. Like life, there are stages. Everything has its place and is finely balanced. One place, one stage, one part of the cycle cannot be removed for everything else will crumble. Love is a good thing in maintaining that balance.”

Another vote tomorrow.